Novels by Page Hunter

Chapter 39: Conspiracy Theories Another day, another stupid fucking event.Of everything I’ve ever had to endure, nothing tested my self-control more than watching Dean move around like the perfect doting fiancé to Chloe.A Bluetooth speaker played a mix of Motown and old rock hits—Marvin Gaye melting into The Rolling Stones then into ABBA before swerving to Tina Turner. Everyone was grooving. Ever so often, Aunt Thelma would sway to the beat while carrying another plate of burgers to the table. Alyssa was dancing and singing to the lyrics that obviously reminded her of her first boyfriend, Troy, who nicknamed her ‘Dancing Queen’ back in high school. I chuckled at that. That however didn't last long. Dean twirled Chloe and everyone gushed, switching attention immediately. I groaned for the millionth time since today, swallowing the contents of my can in one gulp. They always have to find a way to steal the spotlight. Fucking hell. Dean laughed at something Chloe whispered in hi

Chapter 38: You've Seen It?The moment my senses returned, the words tore out of me like claws. I knew all the right answers to his questions and it all led to one big revelation. Dean had secretly recorded us together back then and now he's using it to make Roman do his bidding. “How could Dean do something so disgusting?!”It came out loud enough to rattle the air between us. My whole body was hot—too hot—and I couldn’t keep still. My arms wrapped around myself like that could stop the tremor running through me.Roman was calm. Infuriatingly calm. Was that a talent? Was it a skill that he had perfected? How does he stay unbothered even in situations like this? He was lying on the bed beside me, one forearm tucked behind his head like nothing in the world was worth breaking a sweat over. His gaze tracked me, steady and unblinking, as if he’d been expecting this outburst before I even opened my mouth.“Calm yourself,” he said evenly. “I’ll handle the weasel.”The flatness in his v

Chapter 37: Good Girl Savannah “We had sex,” I said flatly, forcing the words past the tightness in my throat, shoving the memory into a locked corner of my mind.Roman’s smirk was slow and deliberate, like he could see through my mind. “Good girl.”It should have felt uncomfortable—him positioned this close, this intimate. But it didn’t. Not even a little.“Next clue?” I asked, ignoring the bite of the belt around my wrists.“Game over, Sav.” His voice was smug, final.My brows knit. “What? What do you mean ‘game over’?”He was still holding my thighs apart like he owned the right to. “I’ve dropped all the clues. You’re a smart girl—think.”That was it…? “Three clues?” I ran through them in my head, but the pieces didn’t fit. My brain scrambled to line them up, flipping through every hint he’d given.“Think harder.” His face dipped, his voice a low rumble against my skin. Then his mouth brushed my inner thigh, and my breath caught. “Can I really do that when we’re… in this posit

Chapter 36: Piecing Clues Roman She froze instantly. Like ice. The kind that crackles before it shatters.“Sav?” I breathed against her ear, low and deliberate. “Time’s ticking.”Her lashes fluttered, snapping her out of whatever memory had gripped her. “Where did you hear that name? Who told you that?”I leaned back, a slow shrug rolling through my shoulders. “The walls have ears… and lips. Sometimes they talk.”Her glare sharpened. “Don’t give me that bullshit, Roman. If you know that name, then someone in this house must have told you.”I let a lazy smile curve my mouth. “Don’t forget the rules, Sav. I drop clues, you play detective.”“I'm not exactly getting this game anymore, Roman.” “I'll explain again.” I locked eyes with her, “I’ll drop a clue in the form of a question, if you get it wrong or evade it, I'll kiss you wherever I want. If you get it right, you can ask me any question of your choice. Understand that part?” She nodded defiantly. “Now if I evade the question, y

Chapter 35: Truths or Transfer “Get off me!” I thrashed around wildly on the bed. “Not a chance, Sav.” He held me down, “Not when you're officially a threat to my lineage.” “You betrayed me!” “I already told you, I was protecting you,” he said, slower this time. “Because if you knew what he had—what I saw—you’d never look me in the eye again.”“What?!” My heart thumped furiously. What could he possibly have on Roman? “When the time comes, you'll find out.” He answered as if he heard my thoughts. “Why won't you be open with me?!” I kicked my feet around. He pressed me down with his weight, getting behind me. The heat of his body seeping into mine through our clothes. His hot, rigid length was pressing into my ass. “Roman, stop… I'm being serious. Don't try to distract me.” I almost moaned at the end. “You started this,” he murmured in my ear, heat curling in his voice.“Let me go.” My protest was breathless, weak.“Say please.”“Roman—”“Say it.”Another smack. My breath hitc

Chapter 34: You Started This“Let go of me, Roman!” I thrashed against his grip as he carried me up the stairs like I weighed nothing. Thankfully my family had dispersed— talking about the wedding rehearsal and a little about the drama earlier, after this son of a dragon, Roman, betrayed me for no reason. It's my fault for trusting him. Stupid me.He didn’t flinch. He just climbed steadily, ignoring the fact that I was draped over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Put me down, you asshole!” I shouted, landing my fists against his back. He didn’t respond. Not even a grunt. Just kept moving steadily, unbothered, as if I were a misbehaving kitten he had to haul off to bed.“I'm going to kill you. I swear it!” I threatened. He chuckled under his breath. A deep, infuriating sound. “You’re not helping your case, love.”“Asshole!” “Correct. Keep going.” He replied. He didn’t stop until we reached the bedroom.The second my feet touched the floor, the room tilted. I staggered and

Chapter 5: A Rich Man's ClubTwo Days Later Marilyn’s hands couldn't stop shaking in the car, no matter how much she tried to calm herself. Her dress that cost thousands of dollars felt itchy and prickly against her skin and she knew why. The smoke. The fire. The reminder. The smell of burning bodies. Victor leaned back in his seat and observed his wife who looked like she was seconds away from exploding into a full-blown panic attack. “What's wrong with you, Marilyn?” He asked with the patience of a lit fuse. Her heart was violently thudding against her ribcage as she tried to hold in the intense urge of throwing up her lunch. “Must have been the sushi.” She lied, too quickly. “had one too many after shopping.” But her eyes didn't lie. Marilyn was staring straight ahead at something. Victor followed her gaze and it landed on the performers outside the club. The Fire-breathers and The Fire-spinners. Victor sensed she told a lie because she told it in the most untrue way.

Chapter 4: A Rich Wife's Lie. “Should I call security… or are you two just into weird foreplay?”She turned to him, pulse hammering. Her mission was slipping through her fingers. And now, so was her control.He leaned against the wall, eyes flicking between her and Nina.She knew Cody wasn’t stupid. And he’d just seen too much. Nina gave Cody a long, amused glance before gliding past him. “You Fontaine men are always interrupting things.” Her voice coiled like smoke as she whispered in Marilyn’s ear. “The Branch always keeps an eye on its thorns.”She immediately vanished like a shadow, her heels echoing down the hall. Marilyn stood frozen, her wrist still burning from Nina’s nails.Then Cody stepped closer, curious and sharp-eyed.“Marilyn,” he said, voice slow and low, “you want to tell me why my father’s wife was cornered by a woman who looks like she runs a poison ring in Prague?”Marilyn inhaled, gathering herself like a veil. No panic. No flinch. Just the tilt of her chin, the

Chapter 3: A Rich Son’s Sport.The Fontaine name didn’t belong at the racetrack. It was loud, hot, and raw. Smelling of rubber and fuel and sweat. Marilyn stepped onto the VIP platform in heels and designer sunglasses, diamonds glittering at her throat.No one would guess that this dressed up lady's mind was anywhere else but here. She was still stuck on the awkward breakfast from the previous day which had ended with a furious Victor storming out of the room and Marilyn ending up with lingerie she wanted nothing to do with. Everything had been in order. Everything was going according to plan. But now it wasn't. And it was because of two reasons; The first reason was Cody. And the second being that Victor had no intentions of touching her. At their wedding, she had barely gotten a peck on the cheek from him. And on their wedding night, he made her sing for him. The Victor Fontaine that she had studied for months would never pass up an opportunity with a pretty, young woman. H

Chapter 2: A Rich Man's Son“Did you like the show?” Cody grinned. “Are you always this crude, or do you save it just for women married to your father?”Her response seemed to excite and possibly intrigue him too. “Only the ones who watch me while they bite their lip.”Marilyn stared at the inked menace as he stepped into the light.Shirtless, smug, every inch the arrogant bastard he was raised to be. She should’ve slapped him. She should’ve walked away. But her legs didn’t move. And her core still throbbed.Then it dawned on her. “You live here as well?” “Bingo!” He swung himself onto the edge of the table like it was his throne and slowly took in the beauty standing in front of him. His father's new wife. What a shame. She could’ve had fire. Instead she picked frost.“For Victor's sake, make better choices next time.” She raised her chin high. The brunette from earlier walked to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Call me.” She purred before disappearing into the night. H

Chapter 1: A Rich Man's Wedding Poor Waitress Turned Billionaire Wife The cameras flashed like a firing squad. The Champagne exploded like the start of a war. The story had spread like wildfire. A tale of what resilience, luck and a little cleavage could buy you. From serving him coffee at a five-star restaurant to bearing his last name. Marilyn Lancaster— now Marilyn Fontaine, stood beside her new husband, Victor Fontaine. The forty-eight year old business tycoon, and flashed her signature red-lipped smile. An overnight viral sensation and now one of the most influential women in the world at just twenty-five, was on the grand marble steps of the Fontaine Estate, in a designer gown worth more than her childhood home. “Mr. Fontaine, how does it feel to marry someone almost less than half your age?” “Marilyn, are you planning to join The Real Housewives of Manhattan?” “How does it feel to go from waitress to wife?” Marilyn knew better than anyone how much the press lov

Chapter 5: Scotch, Scandal and Sex.Kyle's lips were hot against mine. He was fire and I was ice. I grabbed him by the collar, yanked him forward. My lips crushed against his, all teeth and urgency, and he didn’t hesitate. He growled into my mouth, his hands gripping my waist, lifting me with ease as my legs wrapped around his torso. We crashed into the wall, knocking down a framed picture. Neither of us cared.He stopped. Warning signs were going off at the back of my head but I was suddenly deaf. Heck, I've only known Kyle for what? A day or two?“You’re drunk,” he muttered against my lips.I stared at him, lips parted. “I want you to ruin me.”A muscle ticked in his jaw. “Don’t say that.”“Why not?”“Because I’ll do it.”We just stared at each other. He reached out, slowly brushing his fingers down my cheek, over the slope of my jaw. “Are you sure?”“I know what I’m doing,” I breathed, my voice a ragged whisper. “Just… don’t be gentle. Don’t make it sweet. I don’t want romanc

Chapter 4: I See Red. Austin Lowell, you messed with the wrong woman. Today, Austin was going to be smiling and spewing lies through his crooked front teeth at Senator Grant Whitmore's press conference after tarnishing my image and reputation the way he did? Absolutely fucking not. Not if I can help it. My car's speed limit had gone in the red and I was deaf to Uncle Marcus's calls that came every two seconds. I'd forgotten he said he was dropping by today. Well, I'm not picking up until I've done what I have in mind. Knowing my uncle, he's only going to try and convince me not to. Hell no. Because of that sorry excuse for a man, I spent the whole night explaining everything to a confused Raymond, over the phone at three in the morning. It was all a huge lie crafted by his wife and my ex-husband to make themselves seem like the victims. Austin had gone on national media, painted me as the villain, claimed I had slept with my cousin’s husband? The audacity. The evil.The worst

Chapter 3: Getting To KnowI spent the next fifteen minutes pacing the apartment while he nonchalantly lounged on the couch, sipping his beer and flipping through channels like he lived there alone. Like my being there was just some mild inconvenience.There was only one bathroom. One couch. One kitchen. And only one bed in the main room. "That’s my room," he said when I opened the door across from the hallway. "I already claimed it.""There were supposed to be two bedrooms.""The second one’s barely big enough for a bed frame. Good luck."“Are you for real?” “I'm as real as real, sweetheart.” I'm just a few seconds away from calling the police on his crazy ass. I found the said room and stared at the shoebox-sized space with a narrow window and no closet. Basically a storage unit masquerading as a bedroom. Great. There's no way I'm lasting a month here with his psychotic ass. I returned to the living room. "You leave your boots by the door, but your towel on the floor. You re

Chapter 2: The Roommate Mix-up A few weeks later…“Sign here and we'll be done with this.” My hand moved immediately, scribbling my signature on the divorce papers in front of me. My soon-to-be ex-husband, Austin Lowell, sat across from me. His face a mask of guilt and shame. The scar on his brow? My best work so far. I've known him for nine years since our college days and we've been married for five years. But all that was gone now. The bastard betrayed me. I slid the fountain pen across the table and swallowed the lump in my throat. “That's everything, right?” Austin looked up from his phone and gave a stiff nod, “My lawyer will file it before noon.” I hated how composed he was in that darn charcoal suit. As if he never hurt me. As if we didn't spend many nights naming our imaginary children. I picked up my purse and stood to leave. “I'll be leaving first.” He got up too. And for the first time since today, looked me in the eye. “Rena, I'm truly sorry for what I did. I ne

Chapter 1: The End of An Era. The moan wasn't mine. I stopped mid-step in the foyer, suitcase still in hand, heart kicking hard in my chest. The anger towards my cousin for standing me up at the airport vanished. The crazy airline that frustrated me, suddenly out the window. That high-pitched, breathless sound was unmistakable. And it was coming from my bedroom.Our bedroom. I blinked, trying to make sense of it. Maybe it was the jetlag. Maybe it was exhaustion. Maybe I was hallucinating.Then I heard it again. Another moan. Louder and dirtier. This time it was followed by a male grunt that turned my blood to ice.Austin. My husband. My suitcase hit the floor with a dull thud as I raced up the stairs, the bouquet of lilies that I had gotten for him were instantly trampled on. I ran past the kitchens, and down the hall until I stood in front of our bedroom door. The moan was louder now. I pushed the door open, dreading what I'd find inside. But nothing could actually prepare m

Alessandro I packed my things into the trunk of my car as my family stood there watching me with sad faces as I prepared to leave. It's been one week since Victoria kicked me out of her room and has been adamant on not letting me visit my child or her at the hospital. She had no idea that what she did broke me into two. She hurt me. I created a scene for the first time in Paris but then I learnt to let things go. Since I wasn't allowed to visit my new daughter, what else am I doing in Paris?Nothing. That's why I decided to leave.“Alessandro, are you seriously going back to New York and leaving your daughter? You're not going to fight for her or try to reason with Victoria?”. Niccolo said in disbelief. “I'm quite surprised as you are”. Valentino said. “Sanny, are you sure about this? You're hurting”. Bianca said. I closed the trunk of my car before facing them. “There is nothing else I can do. I don't want to fight with her”“So you're just going to let her take Matteo and

Victoria I couldn't believe my ears. What did he just say?“What do you mean?”. I slowly asked him. “I got Simon fired from his job because Sebastian told me that he liked you and that he wasn't really a big fan of mine. I knew the manager and it was just like a small favor which he granted me. He got laid off at my request simply because I was insecure and arrogant. I'm very sorry, Victoria”. He said. No. No. I can't believe this. I felt it before I noticed it. A teardrop rolled down my cheeks from my eyes as I couldn't believe the amount of cruelty that one person could be capable of. “Why? Why would you do something like that? Simon gave everything to that job. He gave his blood, his sweat and his tears for that job and ultimately his life for that job. How is it fair that you do these things to people and you just get away with it”. “I'm sorry, Victoria”. He said again. “Sorry? You're sorry? Someone died, Alessandro! Do you understand that?! For everything you did to me

Alessandro “She's so beautiful and tiny, Alessandro”. Bianca said in excitement.“She looks so much like Alessandro”“Shut up, Nic. She's only a day old. How are you gonna know who she looks like?”“Damn you, Valentino. Of course she's gonna look like somebody.”“Alright, that's enough the both of you. Give her to me”. Mother said.“Ugh okay. This is all your fault, Nic.”“Just shut up and give her the baby”“Fine”“I've missed you soo much”. Victoria cooed to Matteo with a wide smile on her face as she held him close to her chest. The bond that they share is beautiful. She loves him like he was her own. I'm sure that whore Roberta never could make him this way. I had called Bianca and informed her to come over to the hospital with Matteo immediately after Amara was born. Amara. She has returned. She's back. Athena even has her features as early as now. Her beautiful and lustrous hair was as dark as Amara's. She's so beautiful. Now I have a daughter. Matteo has a sister. Vict

Victoria “Valentino! We're running late!”. I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Coming!”. He said before I turned and gave Susan a look. “Is he always this late?”. Susan asked in her thick French accent. “I'm just finding out for myself.” I said to her with a smile. It's been three months since I left for Paris and I must say that it's been amazing. I've had Valentino who has been nothing but a big help to me ever since I got here. The first week here was hell and I didn't do anything but cry and obsess over going back to New York and Alessandro. It felt like I was losing my mind. I wanted to be with him. I wanted him to feel at least half the way he felt for Amara for me. But that would never happen. Throughout the ride to the hospital that day that she died, I felt a trailer load of emotions. It was almost too much to bear. I felt guilt, hatred, and jealousy. I felt inferior compared to her.She was obviously the woman he loved. Not me. Not his wife. But still I couldn'

Alessandro FlashbackIt was a rainy night in New York approximately five years ago. I was driving down the highway maybe speeding even, but who cares? I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of whatever hip hop junk was playing on the stereo. I had gone out to celebrate and maybe catch some fun in celebration of the successful opening of Phantom Hotels. I had shut down the club and made it rain. I was young. I was successful. I was handsome. Of course I had the world at my feet. Not to talk of the underworld. I was the mafia boss of the Italian mafia. My life couldn't get any better. I had whatever I wanted and got whatever I wanted. Things came easy to me. Money, women, power. I had it all in abundance. I snapped my finger to the beat as I focused on the road ahead as it was raining and the roads were always slippery when it poured. I was driving home alone to my empty house after having such a fun night at the club. All good things must come to an end. Yea

Third Person POVAlessandro sat still while tied to the seat watching Victoria who still had her head turned to the side and still suffering the after effects of the slap. Nobody knew who fired the gun or where the gunshot came from before Leonard marched over to Alessandro and angrily grabbed him by the collar of his black dress shirt. “What the fuck are you—”“Help me”. “Margaret's been shot!”. Fabiano yelled out while stepping away from where he stood beside Margaret whose baby pink blouse now had a big red blotch in the center of her chest area. Margaret slowly fell to the ground and gasped for breath and she clutched onto her chest experiencing her last moments. “For Christ's sake someone finds out who did that?!”. Leonardo yelled before Sebastian ran out of the room and into another direction to check the cameras. Another shot was heard a minute later as Leonard fell to the ground and his gun slipped from his hand and onto the floor as he clutched his leg in pain and groan